'Now we'll get on with the letter,' said Ellen.
But just then they heard another scream—which was not Bob—and then a bumping noise on the stairs.
'He's fallen down-stairs. Perhaps he's killed,' said Jessy, turning pale. And the two girls ran to see what was the matter.
Yes, Bob, in his passion, did not see where he was going, and he slipped, and fell from the top of the stairs to the bottom.
'Oh, nurse, is he much hurt?' cried Ellen, for nurse and the rest of the servants were there.
It was a long time before Bob came to himself.
The doctor was sent for, and he found that Bob's arm was broken; and poor Bob had to suffer a great deal of pain in having it set.
'Poor Bob!' said Ellen to Jessy; 'we won't send our letter to mamma.'
'No,' said Jessy; 'it will be a great trouble to mamma to find poor Bob so ill. We will not give her any more trouble.' And she tore up the letter.
But another letter was written to mamma to tell her what had happened, and she came at once.